I come home to get comfy after a long day.

I’m immediately greeted by my dogs with their infectious and incurable love.

My spirit rises almost instantly but it doesn’t cancel out the pain I feel from my day.

My feet pulse and ache,

my back is miserable and my mind has dark clouds hanging over my thoughts.

I sink into my inviting bed with some food I was able to claim for the kitchen.

I turn on the television and turn on Greys Anatomy.

As the show begins and I eat my food, I look to the end of my bed.

I look at my bearded dragons in their tanks. 

I love them, and they love me.

I feel that love as I look at them, my spirit rises more.

I turn back to the television that plays my favorite show.

As I engulf myself in the episode and disappear in the tranquility my bed provides

 my pain slowly softens around the edges,

similar to how a steady afternoon rain softens the edges of the world.

The edges slowly deteriorate until I’m almost pain free.

And when it gets late, I turn off the television, close my eyes, and drift into a deep sleep to recover from the trials of that day.

That is the moment when all my pain disappears.